#3 Bad Habit

Today was supposed to be clouds. I have gazed hopefully out of the big bay window all day just waiting for the perfect cloud shot. Unfortunately it's been grey, solid, matt, lifeless grey. Not inspiring and no-one wants to see a shot of grey. So, I've switched the day for one next week in the hope the weather will improve by then.

This is my bad habit. I play with my hair. I twist it in my fingers, sometimes so tightly that it knots and breaks as I try and untangle it. I don't even realise I'm doing it sometimes. It's a nervous thing, a stress thing, a bored and needing something to do with my fingers thing. I've done it for as long as I can remember. I'm a fiddler, the constant need to be doing something with my hands. I'm trying to stop it, the crochet helps, keeps my hands busy, but not often enough. I tried to find a nice stone to play with instead but they were all too big, too round or not smooth enough. Until then, I will continue to torment and ruin my hair.